Over the next hour, I was present only as movement and bliss. My mind barely spoke to me and while I exerted my body impossibly, I felt utterly ecstatic. In this unencumbered state I ran almost to the third way station before finding someone abandoned and struggling with blisters. They leaned on my shoulder and together we tripled their pace to the bottom crossing the finish line using me as a new leg.
The driver of the dump truck had been visiting next door and arrived without a child in sight so when he climbed back into the truck and began driving, the thump of the right front tire ending my brother no doubt became a lifelong trauma for him.
There are times when the motive to move my attention in any direction whatsoever is so weak that I find myself sitting still while waves of love-bliss crash down through me. The madness and stubbornness of my pattern is that a motive forms at all and off I go, leaving Grace in the background…
Imagine you’re driving down the highway in the slow lane going the speed limit and someone cuts you off trying to get to the exit and honks and flips you the bird screaming something about you driving too slow as they almost clip the front of your car. What’s your first thought and feeling?